Harry Potter: The Lone Alpha Ch. 4

Ch. 4: A Blow of Attention

Lavender led him up the winding staircase to the girls’ dormitory, the faint sounds of the party fading with each step. Her movements were deliberate, her golden hair swaying with a rhythm that matched her confident stride. Harry followed at a measured pace, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. He wasn’t in a hurry—this was her game, and he was more than happy to let her play it out.

When they reached the top, Lavender pushed the door open, gesturing for him to step inside. The room was softly lit, the warm glow casting long shadows over the four neatly made beds. Each space bore traces of its owner—colorful quilts, scattered books, and the faint scent of perfume lingering in the air. It felt private, intimate, almost like stepping into a world meant to be hidden.

Harry took a slow look around, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. “Four beds,” he remarked. “Guess this is home for a few of you.”

“Just me right now,” Lavender replied, her voice light. She closed the door behind them, the click of the latch sounding louder in the quiet. “We’ve got the place to ourselves. Lucky timing, don’t you think?”

Harry turned to her, his smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Lucky for who?”

She laughed softly, crossing the room to her bed. The sway of her hips didn’t escape his notice, nor did the way her skirt clung to her figure as she leaned over to grab something from her nightstand. When she straightened, she held out a thick book, its leather cover worn from years of use.

“Here it is,” she said, holding it up like a prize. “Basic Hexes for the Busy Wizard. It’s not flashy, but it’s got everything you need to get ahead.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. “Seems like a lot of effort just to show me a book.”

Lavender’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “What can I say? I thought it might help.” She moved closer, holding the book out for him to take, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes—something far less academic.

Harry didn’t reach for the book. Instead, he tilted his head slightly. “You sure that’s all this is about?”

Her confidence didn’t falter. If anything, she seemed emboldened by his challenge. “Maybe I had another reason,” she said, her voice dipping into a softer, more deliberate cadence.

Harry stayed where he was, letting the silence stretch between them, watching as she took another step closer. Her fingers brushed lightly against his arm, her touch lingering just long enough to test his reaction.

“I knew,” she murmured, her eyes fixed on his, “the moment I saw you… I wanted to bring you up here.”

Her boldness might have caught someone else off guard, but Harry simply smirked, his expression calm, assured. “Is that so?”

Lavender stepped even closer, her chest brushing against his arm as she leaned in. “It is,” she whispered, her breath warm against his neck.

He didn’t move, letting her make the next move. She placed the book on the bed nearby, freeing her hands to rest lightly on his chest. Her fingertips traced the outline of his shirt, her touch slow, teasing.

Before either of them spoke again, Lavender pressed her lips to his, her kiss full of intent. Harry responded in kind, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer. Her body fit against his effortlessly, her warmth igniting a spark that quickly turned into something more.

Their kiss deepened quickly, her tongue brushing against his as he tilted his head, taking control of the moment. Lavender moaned softly into his mouth, her hands sliding up his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles through his shirt. She clung to him as though needing the connection, her nails lightly grazing his skin.

Harry’s grip tightened, one hand slipping down to grab a handful of her ass, the soft curve fitting perfectly into his palm. His other hand moved upward, tracing her side before cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over the lace of her bra. Lavender gasped against his lips, her hips instinctively pressing closer to his.

She broke the kiss for only a second, her lips swollen and her breath unsteady. “You feel incredible,” she whispered, her hands sliding to his biceps, squeezing as if to confirm their strength.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Harry replied, his smirk returning as he leaned in again, his lips capturing hers with renewed intensity.

Her moans grew softer but more frequent, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself. Harry’s grip on her ass tightened, his hands guiding her movements as the kiss turned into something electric, every touch building the tension between them.

Lavender broke the kiss, her lips red and swollen, her breaths coming in soft, quick gasps. She stepped back slightly, her blue eyes locking with his as her hands moved to the hem of her sweater. With a confident tug, she pulled it over her head, revealing smooth, glowing skin and a lacy bra that barely contained her ample curves.

Harry leaned back slightly, his sharp green eyes trailing over her body. His smirk widened as he let his gaze linger. “You’ve been hiding that all night?” he asked

Lavender bit her lip, as her fingers moved to the clasp of her bra. With a flick, the lace fell away, leaving her completely exposed. “Not hiding,” she said softly, her voice filled with playful defiance. “Just waiting for the right moment.”

Harry chuckled, his hands sliding up to her bare waist, his thumbs brushing along the curve of her hips. “Good timing,” he muttered, pulling her closer again.

She leaned down, her lips meeting his once more as his hands roamed her body, moving from her waist to her chest. She gasped into the kiss as his fingers traced her skin, his touch firm but deliberate, his palms covering her full breasts. His thumbs grazed over her nipples, drawing a soft moan from her as the sensitive peaks hardened under his touch.

Harry’s smirk grew as he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down the curve of her neck and lower. Lavender tilted her head back, her breath hitching when he dipped lower, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked gently at first, his tongue circling the hardened bud before he grazed it lightly with his teeth.

“Oh, Harry,” she gasped, her fingers threading through his hair, her chest arching into him as he continued his attention.

He switched to the other side, his free hand cupping her breast, his fingers rolling and teasing the nipple he’d just left. Lavender’s moans grew louder, her hips pressing instinctively closer to his as her hands roamed his shoulders and back..

“You’re so good at this,” she murmured breathlessly, her voice trembling with pleasure as Harry drew back slightly, his lips grazing her skin.

“Only getting started,” he muttered, his smirk returning as he looked up at her, his hands sliding back to her hips.

Harry stood suddenly, lifting her with ease as she let out a surprised laugh, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the chair nearby, sitting down with her straddling him, her body pressed tightly against his.

Lavender moved in slow, deliberate motions, grinding herself against him. Her breaths were heavy, their lips meeting in a deep, heated kiss that sent shivers through both of them.

Harry’s hands slid up her thighs, gripping her waist firmly as he guided her movements. Lavender moaned softly against his mouth, her fingers trailing down his chest, tracing the defined lines beneath his shirt before sliding lower.

Her hand found the growing bulge between them, her touch deliberate as she brushed her palm against him. She broke the kiss for a moment, her flushed face tilting down to glance at what her hand now explored, a sly smile curving her lips before she met his gaze again.

Lavender pulled back slightly, her gaze dropping to his lips before drifting lower. Without hesitation, she slid off his lap and onto her knees, her hands moving to his belt. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders as she worked, her fingers steady but trembling slightly with anticipation.

“You’re even better than I imagined,” she murmured, her voice soft but full of excitement as she freed him. “The moment I saw you, I knew I’d end up here.”

Harry’s smirk deepened, his green eyes glinting as he tilted his head slightly to watch her. “Here?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. “You mean on your knees, with my dick down your throat? Yeah, I figured as much.”

Lavender let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushing as she glanced up at him. “You’re awful,” she murmured, though her tone was filled with playful admiration. “But I can’t say you’re wrong.”

As she finally freed him, her laughter faded, replaced by a soft gasp. Her blue eyes widened slightly as she took him in for the first time, her lips parting instinctively.

“Merlin,” she whispered, her voice trembling with awe as her gaze remained fixed. “You’re… big.”

Harry leaned back into the chair, his hands resting lazily on the armrests as he watched Lavender kneel before him. The warm light of the dormitory cast a glow over her flushed face and tousled golden hair, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin making her seem almost radiant. Her full chest rose and fell with her unsteady breaths, the faint jiggle of her ample breasts with each movement drawing his attention.

Lavender didn’t rush. She started with slow, deliberate kisses along his length, her lips soft but purposeful. Her tongue flicked out, leaving a glistening trail in its wake, each motion unhurried yet filled with intent.

She shifted lower, her lips pressing against the sensitive skin beneath him, her hands cradling his balls with care. Her tongue darted out again, tracing deliberate circles, the warm, wet sensation drawing a sharp exhale from Harry. His green eyes remained fixed on her, taking in every detail—the way her blonde curls spilled over her shoulders, the pink flush that spread across her cheeks, and the faint glimmer of arousal in her half-lidded blue eyes.

Lavender leaned further down, her mouth opening to take one of his balls into her mouth. She sucked gently at first, her cheeks hollowing as she worked, her tongue pressing and rolling against him. A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound muffled but vibrating against his skin. She shifted to the other, her movements growing more assured, her hands still steadying him as she lavished attention on him. Harry’s smirk widened as he tilted his head slightly, the sight before him captivating. The flushed, busty girl on her knees, her lips wrapped around his balls, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted herself to better position her mouth—it was an image that burned itself into his memory.Her moans grew louder as she lost herself in the act, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him. Her tongue worked tirelessly, her mouth moving with a mix of care and hunger that made it impossible to ignore her enthusiasm. Drool pooled at the corners of her lips, a faint glisten catching the light as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with every motion.

Harry met her gaze, his hand sliding into her hair to brush the strands from her flushed face. The touch was almost tender, a stark contrast to the heat pooling low in his body as Lavender’s lips moved lower, her breath warm against his skin. Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his jaw tightening as he leaned back into the chair, letting himself sink into the growing wave of pleasure. Lavender’s lips wrapped around one of his balls, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently, the pressure perfectly teasing. The wet heat of her mouth combined with the deliberate care of her hands cradling him drew a low groan from deep in his throat, his grip in her hair tightening slightly.

Lavender pulled back for a moment, her lips wet and glistening, a satisfied flush coloring her cheeks. She let her hands trail up her body, cupping her full breasts and squeezing them together. Her blue eyes flicked up to meet Harry’s, the corner of her mouth curling into a playful smile.

“I could do this all night,” she said softly, her voice carrying a teasing edge “Just stay here and suck on your balls forever.”

Harry smirked, his hand still tangled in her hair as he leaned back, watching her every move. “Not a bad offer,” he said, his voice relaxed.

Lavender let out a soft laugh before leaning forward again, her lips brushing against him as she worked her way back up. Her tongue flicked out to tease the sensitive underside of his shaft before her lips sealed around him.

Harry’s grip tightened slightly in her hair, guiding her as she took him deeper. Her rhythm was deliberate but unhurried, her cheeks hollowing as she applied just the right amount of pressure. Her moans mingled with the wet sounds of her effort, filling the room with an electric intensity.

Her hands returned to her chest, kneading her breasts together as she worked, her enthusiasm only growing. The sight of her—completely focused, her body flush with effort, and her eagerness written in every movement—kept Harry’s smirk firmly in place.

He let her continue, his fingers flexing in her hair as he enjoyed the control, the feel of her lips and tongue working in a rhythm that grew increasingly eager. Lavender shifted slightly, angling herself to take him deeper. The slick, wet sounds of her effort filled the room, each stroke becoming sloppier as she lost herself in the act.

Her moans grew louder, vibrating against him as her lips slid down with increasing intensity. She gagged softly but pushed forward again, her determination clear in the way she adjusted, her breath hitching as she found her rhythm once more.

Harry’s gaze trailed down, taking in the way her full breasts swayed with each motion, the soft, supple curves pressing together as her hands moved to steady herself against his thighs.

She glanced up at him briefly, her blue eyes glassy with effort and arousal, before leaning in again, her moans sending shivers through him as she worked her way deeper.

Harry smirked as he guided her movements. “You’re good at this,” he murmured, “Really great cocksucker.”

Lavender moaned around him, the sound vibrating through him as she picked up her pace, her tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. Her enthusiasm only seemed to grow at his words, her hands gripping his thighs for support as her body moved with every stroke.

“I’m close,” Harry warned, “Keep going, just like that.”

Lavender obeyed, the determination in her flushed face unwavering as she let him set the tempo.

The door creaked open, but Lavender didn’t stop. Her blonde curls swayed as she bobbed her head down into Harry’s lap. Her moans were muffled, her hands steady on his thighs as she worked.

Katie froze, her wide-eyed stare fixed on the scene, but it was the auburn-haired girl beside her who whispered, “He’s… huge,” her voice trembling with awe as her gaze lingered.

Harry groaned deeply, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every motion. Lavender’s lips moved with increasing fervor, her moans vibrating against him as his hips shifted slightly, meeting her movements.

“Keep going,” Harry moaned loudly. His breaths grew heavier, his chest rising sharply as he tilted his head back, a guttural groan escaping him as he finally let go.

Lavender moaned softly as he flooded her mouth, her throat working to swallow, but the intensity overwhelmed her. Warm streams escaped the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin and trailing onto her full chest.

Lavender finally pulled back, her lips releasing him with a soft pop as she caught her breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a flush of satisfaction spread across her cheeks. With one hand, she wiped her mouth, and with the other, she reached forward, delicately running her tongue along his length to clean him.

When she was done, she looked up at him with a sly smile, her voice soft but teasing. “Did you like it, baby?”

Harry smirked, his green eyes glinting as he reached out, his hands moving to grab her full, slick breasts. Lavender let out a small gasp but quickly slapped his hand away, laughing as she leaned back.

“Hands to yourself,” she teased

They both laughed softly, the tension easing between them—until Lavender’s eyes flicked toward the doorway. Her breath caught, her body freezing as she spotted Katie and the auburn-haired girl standing there, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief.

Katie’s arms were crossed, her lips parted as if she was about to speak, while the other girl’s cheeks burned red, her gaze darting between Harry and Lavender.

Lavender’s cheeks deepened in color as she stammered, her voice shaky. “Uh… how long have you two been standing there?”

Lavender’s stammered question barely had time to settle before the auburn-haired girl smirked and spoke up. “Long enough to know you just sucked the Boy Who Lived’s cock,” she said with a laugh, crossing her arms. “And honestly, how did you handle that? He’s huge!”

Lavender’s cheeks burned an even deeper red, and she turned away quickly, fumbling with the hem of her skirt. “I—I manage just fine,” she muttered, though her voice was barely audible over the brunette’s laughter.

Harry, however, remained silent. He simply leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as his eyes shifted to Katie. She wasn’t laughing. Her piercing gaze fixed on Lavender, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as though she was holding herself back from saying something.

After a tense moment, Katie strode forward, her movements brisk as she placed a folded piece of parchment on the armrest beside Harry. “This is your schedule for tomorrow,” she said coolly, her tone clipped and professional. She shot one last glance at Lavender—a look sharp enough to cut—and then turned on her heel, marching out of the room without another word.

The brunette lingered for a moment longer, glancing between Harry and Lavender with an amused grin before she followed Katie out, her soft laughter fading down the hallway.

Harry glanced at the parchment briefly before tucking it into his pocket. Then he stood, his movements unhurried as he adjusted himself, sliding his now-flaccid cock back into his trousers with practiced ease.

“Thanks for the fun,” he said casually, his smirk returning as he glanced at Lavender, who was still catching her breath on the floor. “See you around.”

With that, he turned and made his way out, leaving Lavender to straighten herself and process what had just happened.

Harry strolled through the quiet halls toward his dormitory, his expression calm as always, his thoughts already shifting to the challenges of the next day.

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